One of the few moments of conciousness Pascale presented all night.

Straight from the glitteriest runways of Paris and Milan comes "a collection so furious and deliberate in its outrage at the banality of luxury that it verged on the suicidal." (Cathy Horyn, NYT)

Reza and Marco, engaged. ...in conversation, I mean.

Marco and a mostly just propped-up Pascale, there for show

High speed photography was necessary to catch Reza during fritte feeding. Caught on film here for the very first, that moment of blissfull ignorance before Reid realizes his plate of fries is completely gone.

OK, now I'm pinned in this corner and my arm is starting to fall asleep. Am I going to have to saw it off?

Some guy (Joe) and some other guy (Reza), once again.

Sleep Pascale awakes, in her not so awake way. A fleeting moment. Pascale, where are you're glasses?

Reid: the Pascale glasses series.

Joe: the Pascale glasses series.

Marco: the Pascale glasses series.

Reza: the Pascale glasses series.

Matt: the Pascale glasses series.

Alan: the Pascale glasses series.

Bar dog, mopping up the sloshings.

She may be small, and my lap may be cozy, I couldn't ever say otherwise, but come on girl, find yourself a bed!

What's the appeal in playing on the escalator? All the danger of stairs, but with a bit more zip-zam-zoom and a wider range of calorie burning options.

Pascale and Reza take a load off and spend a moment with the automatic parking cashier.